Chapitre 25: Augustia The Blacksmith
Augustia's workshop is what you would call an organized clutter.
Marveling at the various magical artifacts scattered around neatly in a pile, weapons, armors, and a whole lot of trinkets; you would think that she's a mad hoarder but in truth they are all her creation. What's even more impressive is that all of them would fetch a high price if they were to be sold.
Thing is, all of them are just there as the result of practicing her craft day by day. It all just accumulated. Also, the reason as to why she doesn't want to sell them is that they are somewhat prototypes and she already makes shit tons of gold through commissions alone. You tell Augustia what you want and she will deliver more bang for your buck than what it is that you're asking for. For the right price of course.
Yulia approached the braided black haired dwarf, the muscle was evident on her small frame, especially in her arms - due to the rigorous nature of being a blacksmith.
"What the bloody hell do ya need?" Augustia didn't even turn back to look at Yulia, she just kept on hammering on what appears to be a piece of armor. Her thick dwarven accent was similar to Dax.
"No particular reason, I only dropped by so you could give your good friend a hug." Yulia jokingly said with Gloria in her arms and Stefano by his side.
"Fuck off, why don't ya tell me what ya really need so I can squeeze it in me busy schedule?"
Yulia chuckled, (What a wonderful friend, I did bullshit her first so I kind of had it coming. Oh well, straight to business it is then.) "I want you to make a wheelchair, it's for her"
Augustia finally paused what she's doing to turn around, she closed in to examine the mermaid in Yulia's arms. With a cord she took a measurement of Gloria's tail from the waist down.
Meanwhile, Stefano unearthed from the pile what seems to be a blue crystalline magical dagger.
"Don't touch that, throw it away before it explodes in yer face!"
Horrified of Augustia's warning, Stefano immediately tossed the dagger across the room, Eliciting a laugh out of Yulia.
"You believed Augustia? She was obviously pulling your leg."
With a loud boom that made them cover their ears, the dagger's blade exploded into shrapnels, leaving only the hilt. Baffling the fuck out of Yulia and Stefano.
Stefano asked, "Why would you make an exploding dagger?"
"Ya ever been stabbed by an exploding dagger before?"
"Absolutely not!"
"Exactly."
Augustia's attention was once again on the mermaid before shifting to Yulia.
"Alright, how many weapons do ya want strapped into this lass' wheelchair?"
Augustia asked as if it was the most natural concern in the world, then again they are adventurers and she is with Yulia, the mermaid would inevitably have a brush in with danger. Furthermore, Augustia's not going to pass on the opportunity to build a war machine.
"What the hell, no weapons! We just want her to be able to get around on her own." Yulia was unaware if Gloria had any more combat capabilities aside from her hypnotizing song but she would just rather play it safe, not drag her into any unnecessary danger. She doesn't want Gloria to follow her deceased lover any time soon.
"Since when did ya turn into a prude, ey? Leave her here for a moment, there are other measurements I must take."
"What measurements? You already measured her moments ago."
"Would ya like me to remind ya who's making the wheelchair?"
Yulia crossed her brows. Augustia was definitely planning something, she can feel it in her gut. Aside from being her personal blacksmith, Augustia was also one of the best in the city. Granted that what they are going for is a wheelchair, Yulia wants to make sure that the one Gloria receives is of high quality.
"We're going to come back for her by noon. Like I said, an ordinary wheelchair ONLY." Yulia sat Gloria to the nearby chair before she and Stefano departed.
As soon as Yulia was out of sight, Augustia shouted for her assistant. "WALLY, GET OVER HERE!"
A rad looking human dude with green spiky hair wearing the same blacksmith clothes as Augustia emerged. "Sup."
Despite his carefree attitude and funky way of speaking, his job in the workshop is actually important. Having patrons from all races, learning to interact with them in their local tongue is sure to smoothen any transaction. Augustia doesn't have the time to learn new languages since she's busy fulfilling orders, part of the reason she hired Wally wasn't for his skill at artificing, it was because he's multilingual.
"Ask the mermaid if she wants weapons in her wheelchair."
"Right on, boss."
Jared conversed with Gloria, her already cheerful demeanor became even more so when he asked her about Augustia's plan to outfit her wheelchair with weapons.
"Ayo, Boss! Mermaid dudette here wants to know what kind of weapons we can fit in her ride."
"Hehe, now yer speaking me language!"
Augustia handed Gloria a binder of what seems to be a catalog for weapons.
Upon browsing it, Gloria exhibited the enthusiasm of a kid browsing at a toy shop and immediately began pointing at the things she liked, a more accurate depiction would be if you replaced the toys with deadly weapons.
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As the sun shone inside the couple's apartment, Antani didn't seem affected by hangover at all seeing that she's already eager to go out and swing her sword.
"Get up, we're going to go train." Antani urged her partner whose eye was closed, pretending to still be in dreamland.
Ellamir was not necessarily the indolent type, but at the same time, the only pressing matter on her mind right now is the fact that antani isn't laying right beside her. Had it been so, she would've already drifted into sleep's sweet embrace yet again.
"Don't make me drag you out of there, Ellamir!"
That was actually Ellamir's plan, as soon as Antani grabs her arm to yank her out of the bed, she's going to pull Antani into the sheets with her.
"You asked for it."
As soon as Antani's hand touched Ellamir's wrist, she tried to execute what she had in mind. The Amazon, however, didn't budge an inch.
"How adorable." Antani sneered. "You know, if you go and train with me you might have the strength to….kyaaah!"
Donning her shadow armor in the blink of an eye, she effortlessly dragged Antani to her side and deactivated it right after.
"Caught you." Ellamir wrapped her arms around Antani's waist, pulling her ever closer.
"I'll give you five…maybe ten more minutes since it appears you want to cuddle with me so badly." Antani booped Ellamir's nose.
"And you don't want to cuddle with me?"
"I do, but I want to train with you even more. Nine minutes."
The dark elf had the bright idea to initiate the sweetest form of diversion.
Ellamir dove straight into Antani's neck, planting faint kisses. Her soft hands moved from the waist and down into the Amazon's supple ass.
Antani's little moans could only mean that she was already distracted, as per Ellamir's plan.
But that wasn't the case.
"Six." Antani was able to utter her count in between her low whimpers.
Ellamir was impressed, what if she shut Antani's mouth? Maybe that would do the trick.
Ellamir started with kisses on the lips, kisses that relayed that she wanted entry into Antani's mouth. The Amazon was happy to oblige.
Their wet tongues coiled and thrashed against one another, just like their owners, each vying for dominance as they tried to sway the other in the direction that they wanted.
The sloppy sound of their tongue on tongue action heightened their lust.
(Three!) Failing to vocalize her count, Antani's head was starting to get light from the ecstasy of their deep kiss. Ellamir won, but it was a phyrric victory for even she no longer cared and just wanted to get down and dirty with Antani.
(One!)
The sound of someone knocking loudly on the front door outside of their bedroom dispelled their lustful haze. The intervention was like the universe telling Ellamir to stop being a lazy ass.
Ellamir was pissed off.
Antani giggled at the pouting dark elf, "We can just continue it later, we have plenty of time. I'm going to go check and see who it is."
The amazon opened the door, her mouth hung agape at who their unexpected visitor was.
It was Myrene, her eyes misty from all of the crying that she's been through. She had black bags under her eyes and her hair was a bit disheveled. Needless to say, It looks like she wasn't taking her break up with Yulia quite well.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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